perhaps and maybe
in another time and place
i could have entered into forever with you.
it was a short bliss,
a melding of minds.

but the tides were not in our favour,
our ships drifted apart.
and i watched from the shore,
as you crashed upon the rocks.

and now you flounder,
drawing breath and drowing,
in turn.
and i wonder if i could save you.

and i have so many words i want to tell you,
i have so many fixes i could give you.
i see that you can be so magnificent,
if not at the mercy of the sirens.

i can no longer be your oarsman,
i can no longer mend your sails.
i am sailing another current.

but i want to help you chart your course,
i want to show you the stars to follow.

you are lost,
and the only captain that can mend you,
is living in your mirror.

I did not notice the change,
as it was before me.
Although, the concept and its meaning are nothing strange,
I have come to terms with things as they are **** near forced to be.
I am not ready for this change.
Just when I thought,
and I realize that, that was where I should have known,
How soon I had forgot,
The things of this world, are not mine to own,
What now have I got,
But memories and another lesson,
which I’m hoping I wont need in my own defense,
cause things are not as they were back then,
so right now it may look like things don’t make sense,
Until things change again.

SDPope

Drifting away,
Day after day.
Miles closer,
Yet farther apart.
Bent so far as to break,
Deep in its ache,
Forever longing the start.